Page 84 of Wicked Truths

“Horrible, and I have two more to do.”

“You’ll do great. The first one went off script, but you handled it like a true professional.”

“Thanks. So, are you staying for the game?”

“I’m planning on it. I’ve never been a hockey fan, but we all have to start somewhere, right?”

I laugh. “Don’t worry. Stick around, and I’ll help convert you in no time. It’s the best sport there is. They skate fast, punch hard, and celebrate like it’s the end of the year frat party.”

“You make it sound kind of… exciting.” Her gaze wanders down to the ice just in time to see someone get shoved into the boards.

“It is.”

She nods her head in Dad’s direction. When I turn around, he pats the seat next to him, and I take it.

We already missed the team introductions, the national anthem, and puck drop.

I watch the game while Dad messages someone on his phone. I shouldn’t be surprised because Dad’s always on the phone.

It’s kind of hard to run multiple businesses and not be on your phone.

But I was hoping things would change.

They can’t change if I don’t say something.

“Hey, Dad, I was wondering if we could talk about something.”

“Yeah, sure, just give me a minute to reply to this message.”

He finishes typing out his reply before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

I turn toward him. “So, I was thinking. Now that I’m older and have my degree and a career, I’d like to-”

We are interrupted by someone barging into the suite. I’ve never seen him before. He reeks of Mafioso, and his dark gaze lingers on Alexandra before moving over to me and Dad.

Dad jumps to his feet and meets the man at the food table.

As hard as I try to listen in on their conversation, Ican’t hear a word. They are too far away and whispering.

Damn it. What could this be about?

Dad looks pissed. I’ve never seen him this mad. Not even when Joey stole Dad’s Maserati and crashed it on the Long Island Expressway.

Who is this man?

Discreetly, I grab my phone and pretend to take several selfies. I zoom in to get more of this stranger’s facial features.

It might take several hours of research, but I’ll find out who this man is and what he wants with Dad.

Alexandra plops down in Dad’s vacant seat. “How can you keep up with who is who?”

My gaze moves around the ice. “Well, from up here, it’s pretty hard. I’m used to sitting closer to the ice.”

“How about I reserve the two of us tickets down there for our next game? Then you can try to get me on board the hockey train.”

“Be careful saying that around fans. There are a lot of women that love hockey and romance that enjoy reading about a good hockey train.”

Her eyes widen as she pictures what I just said. “Really? Like more than one guy on the team?”

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